Lover's passage

chapter 4

Grayson P.O.V

August 2, 2019

8:00 pm Quin's apartment

"Colon shut your mouth," I grumble after he belches out the lyrics to mouth wide open.

"What! I'm just describing you guys on your wedding night." I look over at Quin who just chucked a pillow at Colon who's sitting on the floor next to the couch. "OUCH ok, ok I'll stop."

There's a knock on the door and I watch Quin's small frame shoot up from the couch and practically run to the door. We had been "chillin" is what they called it for more than four hours. I probably could have gotten so much paperwork done instead of hearing Colon sing while watching tv. It was kind of worth it when I heard Quin's laughter. She's so beautiful without even knowing it and if we had met at a night club I probably would have taken her home. Things are different though and even though she is arousing when she bends over I will never compensate my work for her and I need to make her stay away. If I'm rude and seem like a rich snob maybe I can get her to refuse the marriage. My thoughts are interrupted when Quin comes back to the living space with this gothic looking girl. Short black hair, black eyeliner, lip ring, black clothes and she looks like she lifts. She looks unaffected by Colon swaying back and forth while singing 'A thousand miles' now.

"Shut up Colon, You make me want to chop my ears off." She says before turning to me.

"Who's this pristine richy?" she motions towards me and Quin whispers in her ear. "ah your husband." Quin elbows her "ouch fine husband to be. Well, I'm Chelsea (picture at top) and I'll kick your ass if you hurt her" She eyes me up and down and I try not to feel uncomfortable under her gaze. "Well at least you'll become rich and I bet he's really good at se-"

"OKAYYY It's time for strip pong. Let's go" Quin interrupts and I can see red scattered on her cheeks from blushing. I stand from the couch and we all go to her table that's already prepped the cups are all lined up and filled with water instead of beer.

"Ok!" Colon claps his hands together. "The rules of the game are...Throw the ball into the cup and try not to miss."

"Naw dip shitface." Chelsea rolls her eyes and Colon glares at her.

"Let me finish punk face. If you make it in the cup the other person has to drink a cup of beer which we will pour into a separate cup so we don't pass germs."

"He's kind of a germaphobe at times," Quin whispers from beside me.

"If you make it in the other person's cup then underneath is a paper and it will tell you how many items of clothing you have to strip off. You only have to pick one person on your team to strip. Whoever has the most clothing at the end wins. Now, Let the games begin."

"No way in hell am I on Colon's team because he's a shitface and I'm not going with rich boy so it's you and me." I watch Chelsea point to Quin and her. I should probably be offended by my nickname but she might stab me if I say something so I just walk over to Colon and we go to our end of the table.

***

We reached the end of the game and I'm left in my underwear, Colon still has his underwear and sock on. I keep sneaking glances at Quin who's standing in her bra and jeans on. Somehow Chelsea still has almost all her clothes on except for her socks and shoes.

"Alright losers, we won suck our dildos," Chelsea says before bumping fists with Quin. Colon keeps protesting to have a rematch but he's too drunk to even pick up the pong ball.
"Colon and I are going to catch a cab," Chelsea says before grabbing Colons arm and dragging him to the front door. They quickly leave, leaving Quin and I standing almost naked alone. She comes slowly over to me and grins "ya know you're really attractive." her words slur slightly and she walks over to me and wraps her arms around my neck. "You're a good kisser too." She tells me while looking dreamily into my eyes. I smile and look down at her too "You kiss very well too." I chuckle out before her soft lips smash against mine and the room becomes heated again. Right away I can feel her kneel and come face to face with my hard-on. She wraps her hand around the band of my underwear but I quickly grab her arms and pull her back up. She looks at me quizzically and I can't help but look at her rosy lips "You don't want me?" she has a hurt look on her face.

I run a hand over my face and remind myself she's drunk and this wouldn't be right. "No trust me I would love to see your lips around me, but you're drunk and need to rest."

"Fine but I will grab what's mine in the morning." she gives me a flirtatious smile before backing up and unclipping her bra. I turn the other way immediately knowing that she would kill me for looking in the morning.

"Quin.." I groan "Put your bra back on."

"No, I like to sleep naked." I hear more rustling of clothes and gap when I realize she's stripping.

"You can sleep on the couch or in my bed." She says before I hear the patter of her feet on the wood floor.

I peek through my fingers and let out a deep sigh of relief when I see she's left.

I think I will take her offer and sleep on the couch.

Promiscuous woman.